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wide berth, maybe it was something in her expression, or maybe she’d done some magic I wasn’t aware of. Either way, we made it through the halls in record time.
She led us all the way back to classroom we used for Coven class. As we walked into the classroom, conversation stopped between a teacher and the two students who were still lingering by her desk.
“Get out,” Kelly commanded, turning to look pointedly towards the door.
It was the chilling tone more than the demand that hustled them out of the room, I thought. Even the teacher didn’t stop long enough to reclaim her purse, she went for the door with single-minded purpose. She didn’t look back, didn’t stop to wonder why a stranger was leading a student into the room only to clear it. She was even so thoughtful as to close the door behind her.
With that taken care of, Kelly spun around, pointing to one of the chairs. “Sit.” But I was not a student, and I definitely wasn’t going to be cowed by some grad school wannabe who thought she was going to put me in my place. I walked up to the teacher’s desk, cleared a spot near the front and sat down at the front of it.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but this isn’t my fault. If you think I did this, clearly you’re an idiot. I hate this kind of stuff. So go find Jenna, get her to undo whatever it was that she did, and leave me alone.”
“Do you really think it’s that simple?” Kelly asked, eyes dark. The lights in the room were off, the only light coming in from outside. “This school is nearly in a panic. One wrong move could set the whole thing ablaze. You remember what that’s like, don’t you, Malcolm?”
“I—” This wasn’t my fault! Why was she freaking out like this?
“You think you’re so special,” she continued, “such a rebel. The witch who wants to be a real boy.” She walked slowly towards me, each step a sharp snap of her heels against the tile floors. This wasn’t where I thought the afternoon would take me, not by a long shot.
“I didn’t ask for this. Any of it. You people dragged me here. If I could leave, I would.” Frustration welled up in me, I could feel myself close to breaking. “They don’t need me, and I’d be better off without them. I could actually stay in school long enough to make friends, maybe have a life. Maybe I could have been class president, who knows? I never have the chance because Jenna hates everything.”
“It’s so hard to be you,” she agreed, her voice low now. Husky.
Oh. Oh no. Oh this was the opposite of what I’d wanted after all.
Kelly reached the end of the aisle, only inches from me. She placed her hands down on my knees, and as much as I wanted to, I resisted the urge to shove myself backwards and away from her.
“I can help you.” Her eyes were earnest, she really believed that she was doing the right thing, but then crazy people always did. She slipped out of her shoes, shedding any illusion of height. “I’m sure you’ve been very confused, Malcolm. It’s okay. I’m here now. I can make you understand.”
“This isn’t you,” I said, wondering how I could talk my way out of this. On a top-ten list of typical adolescent fantasies, getting hit on by the smoking-hot teacher didn’t really work for me. At least not this smoking-hot teacher. Maybe if it was the football coach, but he was in his thirties, so maybe not. “You don’t have to do this,” I added desperately. “It’s the spell. It’s whatever Jenna did. This isn’t you.”
“And this isn’t you.” She traced her fingers in the air, and I felt a throbbing against my skin, like a second heartbeat trying to force its way into my body. It was foreign, uncomfortable, and made me want to run as far and as fast as I could. “But it will be soon. Don’t worry,” she cooed. “I can make it all go away. All the misery. All the confusion. Then we can be happy. You’ll see. I’m doing this for us.”
She continued tracing
She led us all the way back to classroom we used for Coven class. As we walked into the classroom, conversation stopped between a teacher and the two students who were still lingering by her desk.
“Get out,” Kelly commanded, turning to look pointedly towards the door.
It was the chilling tone more than the demand that hustled them out of the room, I thought. Even the teacher didn’t stop long enough to reclaim her purse, she went for the door with single-minded purpose. She didn’t look back, didn’t stop to wonder why a stranger was leading a student into the room only to clear it. She was even so thoughtful as to close the door behind her.
With that taken care of, Kelly spun around, pointing to one of the chairs. “Sit.” But I was not a student, and I definitely wasn’t going to be cowed by some grad school wannabe who thought she was going to put me in my place. I walked up to the teacher’s desk, cleared a spot near the front and sat down at the front of it.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but this isn’t my fault. If you think I did this, clearly you’re an idiot. I hate this kind of stuff. So go find Jenna, get her to undo whatever it was that she did, and leave me alone.”
“Do you really think it’s that simple?” Kelly asked, eyes dark. The lights in the room were off, the only light coming in from outside. “This school is nearly in a panic. One wrong move could set the whole thing ablaze. You remember what that’s like, don’t you, Malcolm?”
“I—” This wasn’t my fault! Why was she freaking out like this?
“You think you’re so special,” she continued, “such a rebel. The witch who wants to be a real boy.” She walked slowly towards me, each step a sharp snap of her heels against the tile floors. This wasn’t where I thought the afternoon would take me, not by a long shot.
“I didn’t ask for this. Any of it. You people dragged me here. If I could leave, I would.” Frustration welled up in me, I could feel myself close to breaking. “They don’t need me, and I’d be better off without them. I could actually stay in school long enough to make friends, maybe have a life. Maybe I could have been class president, who knows? I never have the chance because Jenna hates everything.”
“It’s so hard to be you,” she agreed, her voice low now. Husky.
Oh. Oh no. Oh this was the opposite of what I’d wanted after all.
Kelly reached the end of the aisle, only inches from me. She placed her hands down on my knees, and as much as I wanted to, I resisted the urge to shove myself backwards and away from her.
“I can help you.” Her eyes were earnest, she really believed that she was doing the right thing, but then crazy people always did. She slipped out of her shoes, shedding any illusion of height. “I’m sure you’ve been very confused, Malcolm. It’s okay. I’m here now. I can make you understand.”
“This isn’t you,” I said, wondering how I could talk my way out of this. On a top-ten list of typical adolescent fantasies, getting hit on by the smoking-hot teacher didn’t really work for me. At least not this smoking-hot teacher. Maybe if it was the football coach, but he was in his thirties, so maybe not. “You don’t have to do this,” I added desperately. “It’s the spell. It’s whatever Jenna did. This isn’t you.”
“And this isn’t you.” She traced her fingers in the air, and I felt a throbbing against my skin, like a second heartbeat trying to force its way into my body. It was foreign, uncomfortable, and made me want to run as far and as fast as I could. “But it will be soon. Don’t worry,” she cooed. “I can make it all go away. All the misery. All the confusion. Then we can be happy. You’ll see. I’m doing this for us.”
She continued tracing
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